True Nature (True Series Book 1)

by Willow Madison

  I turn towards the table, though, and put on a half-smile for everyone. "I wouldn't miss Rosa's cooking!"

  Tracy tells me to call her Romona, "She hates it!" I'm beginning not to like that girl. "I was just telling Josh and Tad what a wonderful night we had out thanks to you...all Lucy had to do was snap her fingers and we were floating in champagne!"

  "I would hope no one was snapping their fingers at anyone." I say this with a smile, but keep my voice even and edgy.

  Lucy puts her hand on my arm and says quietly, "No...of course not."

  "No..we just wanted to say thanks...it was alot of fun to be pampered for the night!" Laura is a sweet girl.

  Tad pokes her side making her laugh loudly, "What? You don't call buying you a cheeseburger Sunday pamperin you?!" The table laughs, Lucy quieter than the others.

  Good. She gets that I'm upset with her, even if she doesn't know why...yet.

  She leans over to me and says quietly, "I ordered Puttanesca for us..." She looks at me like a puppy waiting for a treat, all hopeful.

  "Good." I keep my hand on her leg under the table, pinching her until she puts her hand over mine. I stop her from rubbing the spot by flattening my hand back over hers. She keeps looking at me, but I ignore her and carry on a conversation with Tad about his softball team's winning streak. "I belonged to a softball league a few years ago...let me know if you ever need a filler."

  .....

  Before heading to the car, I pull Lucy back from her friends. Her eyes wide-open in surprise at the suddenness. "I want you to be silent in the car. Not a word until we get home." She only nods slowly in response to my gritted teeth command.

  "Good night, Max...Lucy, you get some rest!" Rosa is waving from the door.

  Tracy yells back, "Where's our love?"

  "Good night, Trouble!" But Rosa is blowing her a kiss, heading back inside as I close my door.

  I take Lucy's hand and kiss her palm. With her head lowered, eyes raised, she Mona-Lisa smiles at me, but doesn't say anything. Good.

  .....

  She remains quiet in the elevator, holding my hand and rubbing with her thumb, in an attempt to get me to smile back at her.

  I open the door and step aside to let her in. She walks a few steps inside as I just watch her. I haven't spoken either since leaving the restaurant. I drop my keys on the table. And move towards her in two long strides.

  Turning around, "Max...why are you so" she doesn't get the rest out.

  I slap the side of her face, hard. She falters back a step into the wall, putting both hands up to cover the left side of her face, cowering from me.

  "Oh my God." She's staring at me, searching my face, not moving. I wait.

  I need to see her reaction...what she does next will determine everything. No matter how much we've talked, tonight decides our fate.

  "You...you...Oh my God." She lowers her head and moves her hands to hide her whole face. I wait, inches from her, but not moving.

  When she looks up, there's a dawning mix of anger and fear on her face...and what I've been hoping for. Guilt. I still wait.

  "Why...?" It's more a breath. "...what...?" She's still searching my face.

  I don't move, but speak slowly and with all the anger I feel in my voice. "What did I tell you about your language?"

  She just swallows and stares at me with the same mixed look, frown on her face. I wait till she shakes her head slightly and lowers her hands.

  I slap her again, just as hard. Her hands go up to her face again and stay there. When she opens them, her eyes have the beginning of tears. Her look is fear. And more guilt. Good. My cock thickens at the sight of her.

  "...Max..." She stops, hands still on her face, a tear falling over her knuckles, pleading with her eyes.

  "I told you to watch your mouth. Didn't I?" I keep my voice steady and slow again.

  "You...I...didn't..." She's shaking her head again.

  "I heard you when I got to the restaurant."

  Eyes darting between mine for what feels like a full minute. I wait. She puts her one hand out against my chest, warding me off, pleading with me. "I didn't...I...I didn't know you were there..."

  "And that's your excuse?!" I yell this and laugh cruelly. She flinches nicely, her hand shaking slightly on my chest. Her eyes go towards the door.

  "What...you wanna go?" I grab her arm off my chest and yank her towards the door one step before yanking her back against the wall, shoving her hard against it.

  Both her hands go up to my chest now. I take a small step away from her, so she drops them to her sides. "If you want to go, then go." Her head jerks up to mine. "Just understand, little girl...if you walk out that door, there will be no coming back."

  I'm glad her hand isn't on my chest now. She'd feel my heart beating too quickly. If she turns towards the door now...I will have to let her go. And I would be heartbroken. But I need to let her make this one decision. She has to stay on her own.

  She keeps looking into my eyes before more tears well up. Her face crumbles and she looks down, hair veiling her.

  Now I know she's mine.

  "Do you want to go?" I say it quieter, but with the same edge. She only shakes her head, still lowered.

  "Look at me!" Her head jerks up at the sharpness. "Answer me. Do you want to leave." I say it sharp as a knife for the last word. She cowers again.

  "...No..." a squeak, hardly a sound.

  "No...You answer me with respect..say 'No, Sir.'" I say this only a little softer, still slowly.

  She squeaks out "...No...Sir..." still staring at me. The tears sliding down her cheeks beautifully as she blinks.

  I step closer to her and she puts her hands up again, fear blanching her cheeks. My cock is so hard, I want to take her right now.

  "Put your hands behind your back." But I move them there for her. She's pliant and shaking now. Her head lowers almost to my chest. "When I'm disciplining you, Lucy, you'll keep your hands behind your back."

  She looks up, through wet lashes. "Max...please..." My cock moves.

  "Shhh..." I stroke the right side of her head and kiss her forehead. "It's almost over, baby." I'm almost tender when I say this, only a little edge to my voice.

  I stand a little taller and see her tense again...she responds so easily. "You know I don't want you to curse." I allow the anger to seep back into my voice.

  She hesitates before saying so quietly that I almost don't hear her, "Yes....Sir."

  "And yet you did it anyway..." My anger is heating again, remembering how she sounded with all her friends laughing at her foulmouth.

  "I...I didn't know you were there..." She says this as a plea this time.

  "That's no excuse, Lucy. You'll behave how I tell you...whether I'm there or not!"

  "OK." She says this quickly, with her whole body tensing away from me, pressing against the wall. I push against her slightly and she quickly adds, "...Sir."

  I relax a little and she almost falls onto my chest, burying her face against me. I hold the side of her face with my left hand, forcing her to look at me again.

  "Lucy." I stop to admire the look of fear and pleading in her eyes. "I'm going to slap you one more time." I speak slowly. She tries to shake her head, but my hand keeps her still. "Stop!" Her body shakes against me, but she stops trying to move her head.

  "I want you to remember this lesson." Her mouth moves like she's going to say something, but doesn't. "I'm going to slap you again," I repeat, looking slowly between her eyes. "And if you're a good girl...keep your hands behind your back...and don't move...this will all be over." I give her a second to think about what I've said. A look of greater fear darkens her eyes to a deep blue. "Do you understand me?" She can only nod, her mouth opening, but no sound coming out, her breath shallow. "Good."

  I quickly take a small step back and slap her. Harder this time. I want to leave a mark on her.

  She cries out, bouncing against the wall. I catch her as she bounces back to me, holding her to
me before she can move, taking her arms and putting them around my shoulders. She nearly collapses into me, crying and shaking. Picking her up, I carry her into the bedroom. She's buried the left side of her face into my chest, the rest completely covered by her hair.

  The sound of her soft hiccuping cries moves my cock again and I lower her legs to the floor, pressing her into me.

  Chapter 22 HER

  My face is on fire and numb at the same time, pressed into his chest. I don't think I've breathed for the last ten minutes and hiccups mix with my sobbing.

  I'm rubbery and don't trust my legs to hold me. Max keeps his arms tight around me. I can't move. But my brain is on hyper-load.

  It's replaying everything like in a movie...in slow motion, in a loop. I keep seeing his hand coming up to my face, his eyes behind so stern, his mouth and jaw so set.

  I've only been slapped once before. My Mom was so scared when I ran out into the street when I was five; she almost yanked my arm out and slapped me before hugging me to her legs, crying.

  This was different. This wasn't a knee-jerk reaction. Max was angry. He was very angry...stewing in anger all night. But he was also controlled. He could've really hurt me, but instead he only slapped me.

  Oh, God. Only slapped me?! I'm losing my mind!

  But even as I think this, I can feel the stomach-to-pussy stabbing sensation again. After he slapped me the first time, I was afraid he would just keep hitting me. When he didn't, I was confused. I felt shattered and scared, but his control and voice also sent that shockwave through my core, down, making me wet. I couldn't think. My brain said run, my body said stay, my heart...my heart was afraid to decide.

  I knew he was angry all night. I could feel his coldness. But he wasn't distant...he kept his hands on me. I can still feel where he pinched me. His touch had been rough before...grabbing me, holding me down...but this time it was around other people, my friends. I couldn't believe he sat there, looking so calm, talking...all the while pinching me. And I didn't say anything.

  That was the first ping of shock to my pussy. I felt light-headed after that...like I couldn't concentrate on anything but him, hardly touching my food. Rosa asked if I wasn't feeling well and Max answered for me that I was just tired.

  When he commanded me not to speak...Oh, God...commanded me?!...I was wet the whole ride home. In this state of confusion.

  I thought we might argue in his apartment about whatever he was mad at, then make up...It even crossed my mind that he might want to spank me...and that thought made it even harder to stay quiet...I almost laughed out loud once...But I didn't expect him to slap me. My head spins again.

  Chapter 23 HIM

  I continue holding her up, forehead down against my chest. She clings to my arms.

  Slowly her sobbing and hiccups taper off. She laughs out loud...short and shakey. Not a sound I was expecting to hear tonight. I hope she isn't getting hysterical.

  I lift her chin to my face. She slowly raises her eyes. The most beautiful light blue, the lids a little red from crying.

  "Let me see you." She blinks the last of her tears away as I turn her face to the right. "You'll have a mark." She tries to jerk her head away, but I hold her in place. Only her eyes dart to me, the fear back in an instant. "You can look in a minute." I let go of her face, putting my hand back around her waist. She's still shaking a little. She sniffs and starts to lower her face again.

  "You have one more thing to do before you can wipe your face and nose." Her head jerks back up. I love how responsive she is...how open she is. Her eyes tell me so much...fear, hope, and that beautiful look of shame again.

  "You have to say you're sorry for misbehaving." She smiles for a second and I think she might laugh in hysteria again, but quickly her face freezes into shock and fear instead.

  Swallowing hard first, "...I'm...sorry..." She haltingly gets this out, but I'm proud of her for not looking down while saying it. She's learning already.

  "Good girl. Go wash your face and blow your nose." I let go of her, but steady her before she leaves my arms.

  Chapter 23 HER

  I turn the water off and pat my face dry. I'm gentle with the left side. I haven't really looked yet.

  Just as I pull my hair back and turn towards the mirror, the door opens. I jump and gasp, dropping my hands to the counter to avoid falling forward into the sink.

  Max is leaning against the doorway, just looking at me calmly, his arms crossed in front. The look on his face is unreadable...soft...but with an edge that sends warning shocks to my core again.

  He doesn't say anything, only nods towards the mirror. I turn my head back, looking at him in reflection now. I slowly raise my hands to my hair again, my eyes drawn to a small red mark on my cheekbone...almost the size of one of his fingers...and the start of a small bruise under my jawline. I'm a little puffy all over from crying, but especially on the left side.

  I can't look away. I see Max move towards me, but I remain statue, only my eyes moving with him. He stands right behind me. His face in full view, his body outlining mine. He takes a deep breath, but doesn't say anything again.

  Finally, he reaches forward and lowers my arms from behind. My hair falls to cover my jaw, but not the mark on my cheek. I swallow hard.

  "Aren't you...Aren't you going to say something...say your sorry...?" My voice is extra high, shakey.

  Max laughs once; it echoes on the marble. "No." I stare in disbelief into his eyes.

  And slowly I realize that I didn't expect him to be sorry...maybe didn't even want him to be...at my core. I know he expects me to be the one who is ashamed. And I am. My mind is still reeling. But my heart has already decided.

  He puts his hands slowly on my hips, not taking his eyes from mine in the mirror.

  Chapter 24 HIM

  She puts her hands over mine and I speak again, "No....keep them on the counter." She obeys quickly.

  I rub my hands down her sides, reaching the end of her skirt and pushing it up around her waist. She is pushed forward with this motion and her ass arches up to me more. I put one arm around her front, forcing her hips up more, on tip-toe. She says nothing, but her eyes are very hungry.

  With my other hand, I pull my own pants and boxers down, letting them fall to my ankles. She gasps as I yank her thong down next, it stops at her knees. I force them apart with my hand, the thong cutting into her legs.

  Her pussy is dripping wet already, lips swollen and pulsing with her heartbeat. My slightest touch has her moaning and pressing herself into my fingers. I know I'm not going to be able to wait this time.

  I shove into her as hard as I can, holding her hips up so she's almost off the floor. She falls forward, hands slapping the mirror to steady herself. Her moan is deep and animal, matching mine. She pushes back against the mirror, her moan not stopping. I know this deep is hurting her, but I keep her hips locked against me, pushing and pulling her with quick thrusts. She's bucking as she cums. I let go of her hips and push into her one more time, cumming deep inside her.

  I stay inside her, my hand on her back, panting with her. I can't see her face, her head down again, hands still on the mirror. She starts to shake. I slowly take my cock out of her, the feel of her shaking causing a rise again.

  She turns around and is in my arms in one movement, crying hard against me. I hold her until she calms more. Finally, she lifts her face to mine.

  "I love you." I kiss her cheeks, tasting the saltiness of her tears.

  She sniffs. "I love you too, Max."

  Chapter 25 HER

  My wake up alarm goes off somewhere. I roll over, the weight of his arm sliding with me. I move one leg over the edge of the bed. He pulls me back into his side.

  "No." He growls sleepily. "Stay."

  I snuggle back for a second. "I have to get my phone..."

  He just shakes his head, eyes still not open. "You have to stay right where you are."

  We lay like this for a little longer, before he growls again loud
er. "All right!...go shut that off!"

  I laugh at him, eyes still not open, hands over his ears. I sit up and reach for the shirt I wore last night, now on the floor. He grabs my arm, startling me, "No shirt...you're coming right back here."

  I smile as I stand up. "I have to pee..."

  "You heard me...come right back here." He has a relaxed smile, turned on his side towards me, a sheet wrapped loosely around his waist. I can see his cock clearly outlined and stiff. After last night, even the slight sharpness in his voice makes my heart beat faster, though.

  I hurry out to the hall, finding my purse and phone on the table. I shut off the alarm and turn back, catching sight of myself in the mirror.

  My left cheek is a deeper red now. I turn my face to the side and can see the bruise under my jaw is also darker. And I have a small bruise on my thigh.

  He's in the same position when I slowly walk back into the bedroom. He pats the bed next to him. But I stay just inside the doorway, my tits somewhat covered by my hair, my hands covering between my legs. I feel very exposed though.

  In a small voice, "I should head home. I don't have any makeup here." I gesture quickly towards my face, but drop my hand back down just as fast. "And I need to get to the office early today."

  He doesn't move, just stays staring at me with his head supported by his bent elbow. I start to walk towards the bathroom.

  "Come here, Lucy." I stop in mid-stride. His voice has that more dangerous edge from last night. My stomach hurts from the need to pee mixing with that excitement in my pussy again. I turn around slowly and, letting out a shakey breath, I walk over to the edge of the bed just as slowly. I am in that movie again...except now I'm the one thing moving in slow motion.

  He looks at the side of my face and pats the bed again. I sit. His hand is in slow motion too...reaching out and pulling me back into his side again. I'm stiff and not moving.